Perhaps not just, still, a girl?

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Not that it matters.  Only that when a supposition is proven wrong, or perhaps in this case changes, some smaller or larger... enjoyment might be entertained.  The cage for a chaste, in soothe, muse seems to have grown too small, or weak, to contain.  A bit surprised.  Most who make that leap lack the strength to expose their new station, merely playing along, for old times or other sake.  Not this one, at some surprise.  I may have to take her seriously, treat her a bit... different.  Letting her in rather than holding her purely in place.  If only as I would grown female kin.

Relationships are... like music.  The depth, pitch, tone, and all else need to fit.  One who believes they are good at such, or just enjoys rightly, learns which to play for whom, and when.  As the relationship or person changes, so must the music.  Will probably never see her again as advised here many times and in many ways.  Still, if so, she will be treated as a solid adult, female adult so with certain extra levels of civility, of course.  Given and expected, both ways, in right civility.

I did see a bit of rolling of eyes, some doubts, and a few rejections.  Some of it was fair.  Treating a young lady as a child and... fair.  Some of it?  While I keep things simple in some company, even with my native dark origins, nature, my faith and some simplicity to it shouldn't be doubted.  My stories aren't fabrications either.  Sleep has been inducing my native if sometimes lost uncanny healing, removing even scars.  Of course, when reaching that first step as an adult we all think, at once, we know truth in certainty.  It is both good and sad to see that stage.

Beware.  Blind hubris, certainty, will truly lead you to the assuance that you can't know.  Even love, in your time, will prove to be well over your head, more so if true and right.


I... not a mix of two, but of all.  I thought to live the truth on my own.  Undying yet mortal.  The more you know, the more you have to learn.  Some days I have more to learn then the rest of the world.  Not today, not on this.  But I... like remembering my own steps here, and seeing a flower bloom.  Hubris, in this one, will tend itself.

Now scoot before I come to my senses by denying you yours.